I like it when you say my name
It pulls me back to earth
Grounds me after floating in the sea of doubt
It reminds me of who I am
Never washed in cuties names
Or claimed with possessive titles
I am not who I am to you
I am not what I can do for you
You introduce me to people
As my identity
Not our relationship followed by my name
And maybe that’s because we don’t know
Is it still what it was, or has it grown
Living somewhere in the middle
Between an agreement and a lifetime
Maybe I am just thinking too much
But I like it when you say my name
Evermore 
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